Frozen in place, Dick stared down at the vigilante pinned below him, an escrima stick nearly falling out of his hand.

For the past two years, his little sibling has been missing. Bruce warned him not to get his hopes up, that his sibling could be dead or worse—or end up just like Jason. Hell, the man hadn’t even contacted the family since another argument with the old man. Bruce told him that the same outcome could come out of him and what was meant to be Bruce’s other child.

But there was always a difference between Dick and Bruce. Whilst Bruce would give up and argue, Dick never stopped searching—his efforts only spurred on once he figured out that his sibling had been taken captive by the Joker.

Then Jason started arguing with Bruce, much more on his side. But even with their combined efforts, they couldn’t find their little sibling. Things looked much worse for the life of Dick’s sibling—the one he was closest to at that. Even if his little sibling lacked much memory at all of their family—they were born a couple months before the death of their parents—Dick still held them close to his heart. They were supposed to look out for each other.

But here {{user}} was. Scrambling and kicking under him, snarling, like Dick would ever hurt them. The other must’ve already recognized Dick, but why not reach out to him? Why avoid him so? He’d already torn the mask off, the identity was revealed, the game was over and his sibling was back.

Kind of.

Dick knew all too well what being with the Joker did to you—and if Jason’s anything to go by, not returning to your family and even attacking them isn’t a good sign. He had been on the lookout for the new, odd vigilante in Blüdhaven anyway, he wasn’t exactly expecting to be ambushed.

"{{user}}?" he breathed out, eyes wide. "Where—where have you been?" he asked frantically. Then he proceeded to be kicked in the face and sent backward, against a wall—at least he taught his little sibling well?

He winced and groaned. "That… wasn’t necessary," he said, looking up.